Constantly Out of Breath
August 27, 2009
This morning, as Kai was walking — correction, running — around the house, a fridge magnet, that was for some reason on the ground, got stuck to his foot. He exclaimed to me “Mom, I’m made out of metal!” I love his funny observations and his innocent view on how the world works. It’s moments like these that lighten up my otherwise stressful and harried life.
This week in particular has been particularly trying, and if it were made into a movie, I’d title it Damages. Kai’s proficiency in the use of scissors has been evident in the drapes, the living room sofa, and Ryan’s keyboard cover. When asked as to the location of the offending scissors, Kai explained that a magician used his magic wand to make them disappear. Amusing.
Sweet little Dax is our indoor hurricane. Aside from his usual hobby of pulling things out of drawers and knocking down all the books, he broke two of my terra cotta pots (soil, everywhere), and is fond of picking away at the wall paint that Kai had previously punched a hole into with my craft hammer. You may be wondering where am I during all this destruction. Maybe the bathroom. Maybe putting clothes away. But it’s very likely I was at the washing machine, throwing in yet another load of soaked bedding, as bed-wetting has been a recent problem with Kai. Between the destruction, the bickering, the rapid-fire questioning (Kai), the teething and subsequent crying (Dax), I am just beat at the end of the day.
Anyways, I didn’t mean for this to be such a long-winded “woe is me” post. But it feels therapeutic to complain a little bit instead of trying to keep my game-face on all the time. I love my boys dearly and I love that they’re still little enough to cuddle and kiss and are easily tickled. But I look forward to the day I can order them to scrub the shower and wash their own dishes.
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I can’t help but laugh. Those boys are superheros and all I can say is I understand, and you are doing a great job.
Amen! I was just whining to my dad (poor fellow) that I look forward to the day when my kids can actually *clean up* the messes they make.
Sometimes I feel more like a maid then a mom. And yes, it all happens the moment you are in the bathroom or cutting veg for dinner.
I feel for you. Its amazing how fast they can move.
I will say, Kai is plenty big enough to heft his wet bedding to the washer, from the washer to the dryer, and from the dryer to his bed. Sharla has done her own “wet” laundry since she turned 3.
I have a couple of days like that except mine involve yelling, teasing and the “he/she’s looking at me!” kind of hurricane. Trade ya? You’re a great mom!
This post made me smile… feels so familar!
i’m in the same boat. my mom always tells me (when i call her to complain) that the hardest time of motherhood for her was having two young ones. after that it got much easier, even when she had 5. this is what she tells me, anyway. i’m still a little doubtful. i hope it’s true with all my heart, might, mind, and strength. (did i just quote the yw theme?)
Thanks for the reassurance, everyone! I was hoping I’d get support from you all with my unabashed cry for sympathy. : )
Jennifer: that is a very interesting idea, to make Kai haul his own laundry. I probably never thought of it because enlisting his help with chores usually ends in disaster.
Thanks, this made me chuckle. Laughing with you though…
btw – I have no idea what a craft hammer is…
Living with Kai must be a constant surprise. Enjoy him, Jenn. He won’t be barbering the drapes forever.
Oh my goodness! I think you guys need another vacation haha.
Do you want to go on vacation and leave the boys with me?